hotline // luke hemmings

nine.

Skylar

I woke to the sound of my phone ringing.

Lukey <3 flashed across the screen.

"Hello?" I answered groggily. Only sobs could be heard on the other end. "Luke?" I asked.

"Sk-ky," he cried. My heart broke when I heard his trembling voice.

"Where are you?" I asked, trying my best not to panic. My operator instincts were kicking in.

"My hous-se."

"Stay where you are, okay? I'll be there in less then ten minutes," I assured.

"O-okay," he whispered before the line went dead.

I jumped out of bed, pulling on a sweatshirt over my tanktop and grabbing my keys.

"Cal?" I called, walking into the living room.

"Yeah?"

"Luke needs me. I'll be home later," I said.

"You need me to go with you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. I shook my head. "No, I can handle this. I'll see you later," I said, already walking out the door.

I sped most of the way to Luke's. When I got there, the front door was unlocked.

"Luke?" I yelled. Silence was the only reply. I made my way up the stairs, searching all the rooms until I found him.

He sat on the bathroom floor, wrists bleeding and tears running down his cheeks.

"Oh my, Luke," I whispered, crouching down next to him. "We have to get you cleaned up." He nodded in response, allowing me to guide him to the counter. I found a towel and a first aid kit before getting to work. I washed his cuts before bandaging them.

"Thank you," he whispered. I pulled him into a hug. "Anytime. Now, I'll get you some tea or something while you relax on the couch. We can watch a movie," I said, taking his hand in mine and pulling him downstairs with me.

He nodded and headed to the couch while I made him a cup of steaming tea.

"Here you go," I said, handing it to him and sitting down next to him.

He placed a kiss on my cheek and pulled me into a hug.

"Thank you," he whispered, again.

"You already said that," I laughed. "I know, I just want to make sure you got the message."

"I did. Luke, what happened? You were doing so good," I whispered sadly.

"My mom called. She blames me. I know that it's my fault, but her constant reminders are too much sometimes," he said, his voice cracking.

"Luke, listen to me. It isn't your fault. She just doesn't know how to deal with the grief, but that doesn't mean that it's your fault. You have to stop blaming yourself," I said, wiping his tears with my thumb.

"I- I just don't know what to do with myself anymore. I don't want to be here," he whispered.

"Don't ever say that. I want you here, Ashton wants you here, Michael and Calum want you here, so many people love you. Don't just throw that away." He didn't say anything in return.

Instead, he wrapped both arms around me and positioned me so that I was laying on his chest.

"I don't want to think about this anymore right now," he mumbled.

"Okay, let's watch a movie," I suggested, to which he nodded, and grabbed the remote. We settled on Now You See Me and fell silent as it began.

"I love you," Luke blurted, halfway through the movie.

I froze. We hadn't told each other
that yet. I could almost feel the nervousness radiating off of his body as he waited for my response.

"I love you too, Luke. So, so much.